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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m The Picador, comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” So, erotic-massage, huh? Lemme spill the tea. It’s all about hands slidin’, oil drippin’, and tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, not some cheap rub-and-tug joint—get that straight! Think Zodiac, my fave flick—Fincher’s 2007 masterpiece. That slow-burn mystery? That’s erotic-massage done right. Builds up, keeps ya guessin’, no rush to the end.

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I've been working in Nevada's legal brothels for almost a year and a half now. In this time I've learned a lot about sexuality, psychology and relationships. My job is a mix of customer .

Ya gotta check out the riverside along the Flussweg. The river, still and sometimes boisterouos, kinda mirrors the ups and downs of human life. And just like in “The Lives of Others” (yeah, that deep flick by Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, 2006) reminds us: "We're never alone.” It’s like the river whispers that secret line every time the sunset hits the water right, which is, like, totally unreal.

Obituary: Bonnie Faye Stubbs Ternahan, 96, Underwood